Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Start Of Something, artist - Voxtrot. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
The Start Of Something |
| This time of night I could call you up |
| I get angry with athletic ease |
| Break common laws in twos and threes |
| If I die clutching your photograph |
| Don’t call me boring, it’s just cause I like you |
| Oh, take me on back, take me on back, and take me back |
| To the place where I could feel your heart |
| Is this the end or just the start |
| Of something really, really beautiful |
| Wrapped up and disguised as |
| Something really really ugly? |
| Won’t you… |
| Come by and see me, I’m a love-letter away |
| I’d break your name before I’d say: |
| «I really love you, love you,» |
| No, I don’t care if you saw |
| I watched every inch of film flash across your Roman features |
| And I loved it, loved it |
| No, I don’t care if… |
| You think I’m eager to shut your eyes |
| Well, I’m sorry everybody knows |
| You can’t break me with your gutter prose |
| Would you believe it? |
| She sent me a letter |
| The ring, it nearly weighs her down |
| She’s got another boy, oh boy |
| Steady your ears, steady your ears and read my lips |
| Poetry is not a luxury, it’s how I break this home |
| And when I’m really ill, won’t you cradle me? |
| Man is not a noble animal, but maybe woman is |
| Remember, I heard you… |
| Inside your room you said: |
| You’d never really live until your back’s against the wall |
| Oh did you really mean it? |
| No, I never break my gaze, if just to see the scar |
| Remain reflected in your eyes |
| I think it’s time to go home |
| Oh, tell me your thoughts |
| Tell me your thoughts on liberty |
| See there’s a place where I sink to sleeping |
| She said: |
| «Oh, my vote is as red as my blood,» |
| Will you join me for another round? |
| I haven’t had the chance to speak yet |
| Godspeed… |
| I break the law once every week to feel your touch |
| Oh, what’s a book to you in bed? |
| Do you feel better? |
| Older? |
| Say this just makes me ill |
| Your name is dripping from my pen |
| Still, you’re not around to curse |
| I’ve gotta drop the gun now |
| Say I’m still under you |
| Marianne, let the ghosts sleep tonight |
| Marianne, let the ghosts sleep |
| Just shut your eyes and burn the past |
| Marianne, let the ghosts sleep tonight |
| Marianne, let the ghosts sleep |
| Just shut your eyes and burn the past |
| Marianne, let the ghosts sleep tonight |
| Marianne, let the ghosts sleep |
| Just shut your eyes and burn the past |
| Marianne, let the ghosts sleep tonight |
| Marianne, let the ghosts sleep |
| Just shut your eyes and burn the past |